The Unclean

Rather than simply telling you what this tale is about, I believe I shall taunt you for a while. It is so much more entertaining that way.

Submitted:Jul 21, 2012
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"No!" I cry as I fall into the darkness below. "NO! I'm
clean!"

I land gently on the cushioned bottom of this despicable pit.
Something wet and sticky touches me and I shudder.

"I'm clean," I whimper as my last ray of hope is sealed off with
the top of this stinking prison. The darkness is putrid, so thick
it is almost tangible. It penetrates every corner of this
cesspit.

How I loathe this place.

"Well, well." The voice cracks its way through the darkness.
"What do we have here?"

A sense of foreboding darker than my surroundings fills my being.

So it begins.

"Long time no see, eh?" The taunt is followed by a chorus of high
pitched giggles and wheezes from the piles around me.

A rough fabric nudges me, and I can feel the filth left
behind. "Where ya been, Leftie? We missed you!"

"Rumor has it you bailed on us."

"I heard Rightie's been bawlin' herself t'sleep at night."

This isn't looking good.

"Hey guys," I say cajolingly, anxious to defuse the situation.
"I'm one of you. None of you can say you haven't thought of
slipping off every now and then...."

"That's right, Leftie. You are one of us." I jump at the
sound of the harsh voice grating from underneath me.

"Yeah, only we don't leave our partners to rot in a
drawer while we lie low for a while." Somehow, the darkness seems
to deepen with my fear. I flinch, attempting to ready myself for
the inevitable.

"It ain't right, what you done. It ain't right."

"If I din't like Rightie so much, I'd shred you right now."

The barrage of angry, spitting voices rise, battering me from all
sides. I curl up as small as I can, as if that could protect me
from the fury around me. Then, suddenly, a single voice cuts
through the rest, sending a chill to my very core.